Poetry From The Heart
Wild flowers stung my legs
ambling through orchard grass.
A flock of quail emits a breeze
frightening the wits out of me.
A woodpecker taps out a tune
fetches activity to my entire body.
Bob snatches up my hand
looks deep into my eyes
promises me golden slippers
a life of Shangri-La.
I covet a lifeline of love
commitments, not fairytales.
Pledges spoken are not broken
they’re whispers of truth and sincerity.
A mind expects a saneness
of honesty, faithfulness and honor.
Hold a tongue spewing untruths and fictions
speak certainties earning ardor and dignity.
Veiled words release wounds and insults
they’ll never provide golden slippers
or a life of contentment and paradise.
They offer melancholy and distrust
turning the woodpecker’s melody
into quackeries and tunes of sorrow.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2015 – Use by Permission Only.